<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:52:15.360-08:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='child'/><category term='understand'/><category term='news'/><category term='cheater'/><category term='device'/><category term='lounge'/><category term='heritage'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='wimp'/><category term='pimp'/><category term='vampire'/><category term='logitech'/><category term='war'/><category term='train'/><category term='safety'/><category term='scientology'/><category term='audio'/><category term='mouse'/><category term='divide'/><category term='gas'/><category 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term='card'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='party'/><category term='name'/><category term='mass'/><category term='bored'/><category term='AC'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='book'/><category term='major'/><category term='mice'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='student'/><category term='close'/><category term='season'/><category term='day'/><category term='fixed'/><category term='clock'/><category term='call'/><category term='lieing'/><category term='wheels'/><category term='article'/><category term='digital'/><category term='nazi'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='snow'/><category term='fat'/><category term='AIM'/><category term='fag'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Daily Complaints and General Grievances</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8463671730522812953</id><published>2010-04-28T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:03:05.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixed'/><title type='text'>Fixed Gear idiocy</title><content type='html'>Fixed gear bikes are a great training tool for small children who are learning to ride a bike for the first time, along with the necessary helmet and training wheels. Maybe wrist guards, everything else they can throw some dirt on when it gets cut and skinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, however, a huge wave of fixed gear bikes have been seen across the country being propelled by giant man and women children known as "hipsters" or as common man would say, idiots who are so starved for attention that they'll do whatever it takes to get so much as a glance from the nearest passerby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's because these bikes are a connection not only to their childhood which they show off in public since it has been long forgot which in turn makes it "nostalgic" and everybody knows that nostalgia is just so hip, but it is also a connection to their current maturity be it that of a seven or five year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, these bikes are horrible for a multitude of reasons but I think it's best to start at the most glaringly obvious fault in these machines. If you want to move forwards you ALWAYS have to pedal. Have fun getting up a steep incline and not being able to choose the appropriate gear so it doesn't feel like you're scaling a mountain. Going down a steep hill and just want to coast? Too bad, either go slow like you have to or risk dieing at the bottom due to your feet being off the pedals that are now flying so fast that there's no way in hell you're going to be able to put your feet back onto them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the second fault, you have to make the pedals stop moving in order to brake. That's right, you can't just simply squeeze a handbrake while keeping your legs at a stable position, you have to push backwards and use YOUR leg strength to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to skip all of the other points I could make about this issue and just end it with this. You look like a damn fool riding your fixed gear bike, it isn't cool and you're wasting your stupid time you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate every hipster and I hope they all fall into a pit of mountain bikes, PCs, and normal clothing. They'll probably die just from looking at so much "unhip" stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8463671730522812953?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8463671730522812953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8463671730522812953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8463671730522812953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8463671730522812953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2010/04/fixed-gear-idiocy.html' title='Fixed Gear idiocy'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-603603122086751736</id><published>2010-03-17T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:33:09.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>St. Drunks McDrunk</title><content type='html'>Hooray, it's St. Patrick's day. What better way to celebrate? GET WASTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what a joke of a holiday. How is this day viewed any better than mardi gras? I mean, I suppose there isn't a child friendly version of anything on mardi gras, "Here kids, throw the beads and see how many breasts you get to see!". Then again, since the highlight of St.Patrick's day is getting drunk, what's the child friendly version of that? Corned Beef is no more a St.Pats day thing than it is just a general Irish food dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing green is the other highlight of this day, which I suppose all can partake in. Even with this there comes headache, however, as every child not wearing green gets pinched, poked, and even punched by their green clad classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody acts stupid on this day as well. They say stereotypically annoying things like "Top of the mornin' to ya!" and "Lucky stars", crap like that with an Irish accent. They're not even cool things to hear with an Irish accent, at least not as cool as asking an Irishman to tell you the time at exactly 3:33. That's a funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the morning news though, I'm sure you'll see plenty of stories about drunk drivers and other irresponsible acts cause by irresponsible people getting drunk. Even tonight I'm sure you'll see traffic stops everywhere set up by cops who know just where all the drunks are going to and heading from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make getting completely trashed, a normal event for many stupid people, into a holiday? Force everybody to wear the same color and "celebrate" Irish heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot St.Patrick, you ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-603603122086751736?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/603603122086751736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=603603122086751736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/603603122086751736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/603603122086751736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-drunks-mcdrunk.html' title='St. Drunks McDrunk'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7232538002248606439</id><published>2010-03-07T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:54:55.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Men Wear Fanny Packs - Guest Writer Juliette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RTNGEIqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0WgzpZ6wd2w/s1600-h/hulk_hogan_fanny_pack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RTNGEIqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0WgzpZ6wd2w/s320/hulk_hogan_fanny_pack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446069333829134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to be a real man to wear a fanny pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a rugged man with a bunch of crap to carry then you have to get yourself a fanny pack. Your manly fanny pack can hold all sorts of wonderful items. Cell phones, radios, extra socks, protein bars, cigars, handguns, grenades, razors, wallets, and beef jerky. You may think to yourself that you can fit all of this crap in your cargo jeans. You are dead wrong. It doesn't matter how many pockets your pants have. All of your precious items can fall out and get lost. Pick-pockets can grab your goodies without you even noticing. Wear a fanny pack and they won't even get near you. You just don't mess with a man's fanny pack. The fanny pack will keep all of your items safe and zippered up where you can easily retrieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RUDNG8dCI/AAAAAAAAADI/XfjQ2NFX6NU/s1600-h/fannypack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RUDNG8dCI/AAAAAAAAADI/XfjQ2NFX6NU/s320/fannypack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446070263432901666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Men wear fanny packs instead of purses for one specific reason. They have to be ready to kick some ass. You can't chew bubble gum and kick ass while wearing a purse. Some women may try to do this, or even use their purse as a weapon. This is sometimes effective, but a gross misuse of a purse. Purses have to be set aside when engaging in a fight. They have delicate content that could easily be damaged if struck. Also, purses can easily fall off your shoulder or be used against you. If your purse strap gets caught in a tree branch you have to think fast. Cut that sucker off, try to untangle it, but no matter what you do you're wasting time. The enemy now has you in their sights and has a clean shot. You're dead. Thanks a lot purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RVRDhX2LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7DxWkzteGsc/s1600-h/straps-on-his-fanny-pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RVRDhX2LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7DxWkzteGsc/s320/straps-on-his-fanny-pack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446071600889190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many villains or superheros wear purses? I can't think of any. If there are any then they suck. Fanny packs are almost essential for crime fighters. Sure Batman has a utility belt, but isn't that really just the stripped down version fanny pack? It's like fanny pack lite version. It works the same, but is slimmed down and organized. It's not better than a fanny pack, just less bulky. The problem with a utility belt is that your enemy can pretty much guess what you have in there. The gun shaped compartment probably isn't filled with smoke capsules. Fanny packs are more ambiguous. Your fanny pack will retain it's shape, not it's contents shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RTiNp0UiI/AAAAAAAAADA/3pXrvN8tnCA/s1600-h/handgun-fanny-pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RTiNp0UiI/AAAAAAAAADA/3pXrvN8tnCA/s320/handgun-fanny-pack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446069696643486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing a fanny pack sends a warning to your enemies. What is in that fanny pack? There is no way of knowing since the pack is proudly worn off the hip right on the front of your body where you can see it. Your enemies won't be able to anticipate what is in there. They will be hesitant, giving you the advantage to attack first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your state allows concealed carry you have to invest in a good fanny pack. When enemies approach give your fanny pack a got pat to let them know you're not afraid to unzip that sucker and unleash a world of pain on them. You'll notice that you won't even have to unzip it at this point. They know you mean serious business with that manly pack, and they don't want you to bust a cap in their ass. Mission accomplished. You have instilled fear in your enemies with a sweet leather fanny pack. you can even place the fanny pack directly over your crotch. You're a confident man and you don't need to compensate for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a real man than you will wear a fanny pack just like Chuck Norris. Actually, everything I wrote before this is moot because Chuck Norris is really the only reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RYhLLqtaI/AAAAAAAAADY/0-yMULIazgQ/s1600-h/fannypack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RYhLLqtaI/AAAAAAAAADY/0-yMULIazgQ/s320/fannypack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446075176358426018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7232538002248606439?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7232538002248606439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7232538002248606439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7232538002248606439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7232538002248606439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-men-wear-fanny-packs-guest-writer.html' title='Real Men Wear Fanny Packs - Guest Writer Juliette'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/S5RTNGEIqcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0WgzpZ6wd2w/s72-c/hulk_hogan_fanny_pack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-6554916079768743129</id><published>2009-12-25T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:40:16.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>People make life AWESOME</title><content type='html'>Since Christmas just happened I'd like to take a change from the original format and list some positive things. I received some phenomenal gifts this year such as some awesome t-shirts, underwear, some video games, cash, a movie, chai tea, a new D ring for my keys, jenga max, a mechanical clay target launcher, and a new computer chair that I'm writing from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is great, and I hope everybody has a merry time and enjoys the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-6554916079768743129?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/6554916079768743129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=6554916079768743129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6554916079768743129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6554916079768743129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/12/people-make-life-awesome.html' title='People make life AWESOME'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-3665964532878603550</id><published>2009-11-26T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:20:51.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Twilight New Moon was the worst movie ever (besides Transformers 2)</title><content type='html'>Twilight New Moon was terrible, absolutely abysmal. I have never seen worse acting in my entire life, it's as if nobody is able to get through a single line without it hurting them. Nobody uses a normal inflection in their voice for any sentence. Also, making fun of zombie movies (original dawn of the dead) drawing parallels to consumerism in a vampire flick? How pretentious and better than thou, get over yourself worthless movie. Oh, and let's not forget Romeo and Juliet, SUBTLE ENOUGH? Worst movie ever, right behind Transformers 2, that movie is still worse somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler alert: Never see this movie because it sucks and I'm going to tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the story in this movie doesn't progress AT ALL until the VERY last scene. It starts off with Bella loving Edward and blah blah, then Edward says I can't be with you I'm going away. That right there is where the story starts, because it sets up a conflict. For anybody who doesn't know, here's how stories are laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters introduced, plot element introduced, conflict, buildup, climax, resolution, roll credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight does follow that format, but only for 10 minutes of the entire 2 hour and whatever too long film. The whole film is just useless and painful filler that serves to add nothing to the main story in any manner whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody delivers a line straight up. Every sentence is spoken in this low miserable tone of voice and broke into like a billion segments. JUST SAY THE DAMN SENTENCE ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the voltaire were worthless as well. What a bunch of royal creeps sitting on their thrones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music in this film made no sense. I'm quite positive certain record labels paid top billing so they could put their bands music in the film so when the soundtrack is sold people will buy other cds of the people on the soundtrack. The werewolf chasing the red haired girl scene had music that totally didn't fit. Also, every song was from a band that uses way overly pretentious effects and elements for music and when they sing it's like that whining emo queer singing that is also overly pretentious. The music sucks in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are just so many scenes and camera shots they have where you can tell they are trying way too hard. It's like the most overly pretentious gothic film wannabe I have ever seen in my entire life. Like every shot screams "look at me I'm a gothic film I'm so great look at how awesome I am".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how white can Edward be? Dude, take off the friggin lip stick and tone down the powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this was the worst movie I have ever seen in my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-3665964532878603550?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/3665964532878603550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=3665964532878603550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3665964532878603550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3665964532878603550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-new-moon-was-worst-movie-ever.html' title='Twilight New Moon was the worst movie ever (besides Transformers 2)'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-4250937614676641310</id><published>2009-11-18T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:23:23.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><title type='text'>Critical Mass</title><content type='html'>Wow, I don't know what I should focus on for this one. First off, bikers in the city are totally lame. Now, of course there are the ones who ride properly and don't blatantly ignore traffic laws, but that is not the majority of bikers. Critical mass is the mass (duh) gathering of bikers who act like jerks, block countless amounts of traffic, and disrupt the normal flow of things. Why do they do this? To show that bikes are just as important as cars, and that they're not an inconvenience to people. Seriously? I would elaborate more on this topic, but you all know how terrible critical mass is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-4250937614676641310?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/4250937614676641310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=4250937614676641310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4250937614676641310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4250937614676641310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/11/critical-mass.html' title='Critical Mass'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-3094359223268043482</id><published>2009-11-09T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:44:39.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><title type='text'>School Contests</title><content type='html'>My college is currently having a contest online, to see who can define what Columbia College of Chicago looks like when it's at its best. So many people wrote so many ridiculous, haughty, over the top idiotic nonsensical responses. This one guy went on and on about it being a fillet Mignon. Seriously? So many people tried being so artsy about it, saying things like "it's such an enriching bastion for creativity and change". Give me a break. Here's what I entered for the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbia at its' best is a very odd term to try and understand. What is Columbia, other than a motley assortment of partly rundown buildings strung throughout the south loop, furnished with some top of the line equipment? That is of course besides the Macs, because macs are terrible. If we look at Columbia as a collection of people, there is no doubt that it is a collection of skilled and talented minds, that is of course when we strictly view the faculty in charge of teaching. When we look at Columbia as a collection of students, however, we see an entirely different world. We see students who go out at least twice a week, get high and get wasted, and then recant their stories of drunk driving, intoxicated sex, and other shenanigans, and display pride in themselves for this behavior. They wear mismatched clothing articles that would never go together and call it style. They act like their style is individualistic and new, even though every person around them is doing exactly the same thing. They speak of bands and musicians that are so "underground" and fresh, and that they've been a fan from the start, even though tons of people have heard of that band and they've been a fan from the start too, that or the band is terrible and it's no wonder why nobody has ever heard of them. You find a group of liberal thinkers who say that they are ahead of the curve, and that they are so forward in their ways, even though they are more bigoted then those they claim to be. They speak out against the government and others in charge, and they know nothing of what they say. When you look at the students of Columbia at its' best, you find a muddled pile of confused and obtuse individuals who have no direction or pull over their own person or life. Columbia, a soulless shell of a haven for every misunderstood artist under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope honesty goes rewarded here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-3094359223268043482?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/3094359223268043482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=3094359223268043482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3094359223268043482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3094359223268043482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-contests.html' title='School Contests'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-2932880030405951981</id><published>2009-10-27T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:23:51.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><title type='text'>Dane Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-2932880030405951981?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/2932880030405951981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=2932880030405951981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/2932880030405951981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/2932880030405951981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/10/dane-cook.html' title='Dane Cook'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1209400772538838095</id><published>2009-10-21T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:49:44.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACS ARE WORTHLESS</title><content type='html'>Why Macs are worthless&lt;br /&gt;A simple technological explanation as to why Macintosh computers are nothing more than overpriced paperweights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s first start with the fact that the price of an iMac is 1,500 dollars, base. That’s with no upgrades, installed programs, or extra features or accessories. Let’s take a closer look though, at why they are completely worthless merely for the fact that you can get a better PC for far less. &lt;br /&gt;To do this we are simply going to post a parts list for a different PC build with nearly the same parts such as ram speed and processor type, with the only difference being the amount of ram and speed of the processor, and different parts obviously. The main factor is that it is still an intel core 2 duo LGA 775 socket system. Let’s begin shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASUS P5E3 WS PRO LGA 775 Intel X38 ATX Intel Motherboard - $200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intel Core 2 Duo E8600 Wolfdale 3.33GHz LGA 775 65W Dual-Core Processor - $270&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingston HyperX 8GB (4 x 2GB) 240-Pin DDR3 SDRAM DDR3 1333 Desktop Memory - $210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thermaltake W0116RU 750W Modular Power Supply Unit - $120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Optiarc DVD Burner with LightScribe Black SATA Model LightScribe Support - $34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antec Nine Hundred Black Steel ATX Mid Tower Computer Case - $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seagate Barracuda 7200.12 1TB 7200 RPM SATA 3.0Gb/s 3.5" Internal Hard Drive - $90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XFX HD-577A-ZNFC Radeon HD 5770 (Juniper XT) Video Card – $175&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanns·G HG-281DPB Black 28" 3ms Widescreen LCD HDMI Monitor - $310&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logitech 920-000021 Black USB Standard Access Keyboard 600 - $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logitech M500 Tilt Wheel USB Corded Laser Mouse - $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Windows 7 Ultimate 64-bit 1-Pack for System Builders - $190&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Cost: $1,764&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iMac total cost: $2,249&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does of course reflect the cost of having a lower model graphics card with less ram on it and a 3” smaller screen than the one we have selected for our pc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That part list is definitive proof that you can build a much better system AND get the input devices to go along with it at a much lower cost than it would be to simply buy an iMac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also forgot to mention one things that’s always bothered me about the iMac. You have to have an external amplifier to use the microphone input port. WTF? I have NEVER seen that in any computer in my entire life. What a worthless machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it folks, ultimate proof that unless you need to use ONE piece of video editing software that is only on Macs, they are completely worthless. They don’t magically perform any better than pcs simply because they’re Macs, they crash and freeze when working with memory and cpu intensive programs such as those in the adobe CS4 suite just as often as pcs do, if not more from what I’ve seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you were planning on spending 2,249 dollars on that iMac, and don’t mind spending the extra 485 dollars you’d save getting the pc part list I put together, you could throw in a pretty sweet sound card and/or a kick ass surround sound system to go along with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that I did leave shipping costs out of both of these equations as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really do hope I’ve provided more than enough information to prove to you my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs are worthless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1209400772538838095?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1209400772538838095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1209400772538838095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1209400772538838095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1209400772538838095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/10/macs-are-worthless.html' title='MACS ARE WORTHLESS'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-2601008051165327839</id><published>2009-10-20T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:24:35.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megan fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Megan Fox is ugly</title><content type='html'>Megan Fox has a giant freaking madams apple. She has a stupid half open mouth constantly coupled with this blank horse face that just makes her look like an idiot. She is a horrible actor, and she has only one stupid tone that she uses every time she speaks. It's like trying to play a timpani part on a pair of bongos, it sounds terrible and doesn't work. This post has been long overdue, and I have only waited so long because I wanted the impact of how truly terrible transformers 2 was to fully sink in. That being said, I'm not done with Michael bay yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-2601008051165327839?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/2601008051165327839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=2601008051165327839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/2601008051165327839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/2601008051165327839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/10/megan-fox-is-ugly.html' title='Megan Fox is ugly'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-3416323208240707798</id><published>2009-06-27T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:56:14.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lewd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><title type='text'>Transformers 2 SUCKED`</title><content type='html'>This has to be one of the worst pieces of cinematic garbage I have EVER had the misfortune of seeing at a midnight showing. Mind you, I went to the midnight showing of SNAKES ON A PLANE, and if forced to watch either Transformers 2 or SOAP? You'd better bet your butt I'd be less sick and tired of those snakes on that plane than those incomprehensible heaps of metal nonsense. My three main complaints, which I feel are also the biggest sour point in this film, are the incredibly base and lewd jokes and humor, the lack of connection to any characters, and the lack of any story telling. Actually, allow me to add a fourth, the horrible make you want to vomit diarrhea camera work that plagues this entire film. Not to mention that this movie is two and a half hours long although half way through it already feels like it's been three hours. I'm just gonna cut it off right there, this movie is terrible, I'm never going to watch either the first or the second ever again and I will not be seeing any more that they are going to inevitably make. Two thumbs down, no stars, do not go and see this film EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-3416323208240707798?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/3416323208240707798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=3416323208240707798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3416323208240707798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3416323208240707798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-2-sucked.html' title='Transformers 2 SUCKED`'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7581789067196466593</id><published>2009-04-20T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:08:07.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imposter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lieing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Imposters and identity theft.</title><content type='html'>Impersonations are cool as long as they are done for comedic or satirical purposes, for the most part. There is a point however where these things cross over into the border of identity theft. It's like famous people who have a twitter account that's supposedly theirs, even though they have somebody else update it for them acting like them. Or that guy who claimed to be Kanye West and said something hilarious about something that was said about him, it was funny but it wasn't right. I think that people who do these sorts of things should be sent to jail. It's like me making a myspace page for George W. Bush and doing things on it that just mock him and make him look like a fool. Seriously though, if you see things like this you should be more concerned, because you never know when it's going to happen to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7581789067196466593?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7581789067196466593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7581789067196466593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7581789067196466593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7581789067196466593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/04/imposters-and-identity-theft.html' title='Imposters and identity theft.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1395471179342324013</id><published>2009-03-06T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:41:44.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paragraph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Where the paragraphs at?</title><content type='html'>Excuse me for not using paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the function of a paragraph, which people so encourage me to use more often? It's a device used in literature and writing that separates ideas. It's meant to help give specific meaning to a section of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to use them though? Why can't we just write what comes out of our mouths and put it down on the paper? Why can't I just start punching the keys and end where I feel I should end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I'm starting to get annoyed by these paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, a paragraph is meant to separate ideas, and so far I've had a lot of ideas to separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like just writing words and leaving them all together, because to me they mean nothing on their own. It's like you pick up a book and then put it down, pick up another one and put it down, and do it again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when a random ideas comes and separates two sentences that would otherwise be in the same paragraph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I leave my words all in one big chunk is because they are all related to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why when I write I don't see separate ideas, different parts for some big machine. I see a passage, flowing from the start to the end like a mighty river, the constant tide, the rising and setting of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use two words to describe how I feel about paragraphs, but I'll leave that out of here, for the sake of the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you paragraphs, you turn writing into a monster and dissect it while it's still alive, mangling it and slowly killing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like when you use paragraphs properly, so please, tell me how wonderful they are now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1395471179342324013?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1395471179342324013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1395471179342324013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1395471179342324013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1395471179342324013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-paragraphs-at.html' title='Where the paragraphs at?'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5021127545809156484</id><published>2009-03-06T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:32:43.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rootbeer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='categories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>Pepsi or Coke.....</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I don't like Coke but I also don't like Pepsi. Now if it's available to drink and there's nothing else I'd rather have, like a barqs rootbeer, then give me a coke or pepsi. Why do I have to like one or the other though? Why is it that when I said that I don't like coke, the first thing people said was "Oh, so you're a Pepsi guy?" Why is it that we as people must be categories and classified into every little thing imaginable, we can't just be people. If somebody was mad at me let's say during a debate and he said "We'll of course you don't know what you're talking about, you like Pepsi." or "We'll of course you don't know what's actually funny you like Invader Zim" I'd say it's no worse than them just flat out calling me stupid, dumb, retarded, an idiot, a moron, a buffoon, or ANY other derogatory statement. Of course people want to be around those that are like themselves, it's only a reflection on the true nature of man and just how self absorbed we all really all. I know I'm guilty of this, I hate on Mac users, people with chrome 22s' on their cars, liberals, jocks, just look at my other posts and you'll see. Yeah, I could say I do this for comedy but that still doesn't cover the fact that I mean what I write and it's a statement on how I feel. Still though, I will respect peoples legal rights to do the things they do, and the things they love. After all, that is what we all are, people, not Coke or Pepsi, but people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5021127545809156484?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5021127545809156484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5021127545809156484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5021127545809156484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5021127545809156484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/03/pepsi-or-coke.html' title='Pepsi or Coke.....'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1085679126844012738</id><published>2009-03-04T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:44:12.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redeye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Worse for wear, a bad case of The Redeye.</title><content type='html'>I do enjoy a good read every time I come across a fun book, such as World War Z, but most of my printed reading material comes in the form of the paper. Now, this isn't the Tribune or the Sun Times or any of those big ones, it's the Redeye, the only paper in Chicago I can afford (because it's free). I barely read half of this paper however, as I find most of it boring and uninspired. Let's go through why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st page, unimportant news I don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;Next page, why the CTA sucks. Duh? *flip*&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a 2 page spread on coffee. Tell me again why people drink this crap?&lt;br /&gt;More unimportant news, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Nation/world news, finally a good page with some interesting news stories.&lt;br /&gt;Sports section, skipped entirely&lt;br /&gt;Metro Mix, where to get drunk and listen to boring generic bands. SKIP&lt;br /&gt;Pop section, wow a 2 page U2 spread, who cares? Boring tv shows. WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;Whoville and Redhot, stuff about celebrities and Hollywood. Who gives a CRAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now occasionally there is an interesting article in the paper, but usually when that happens it is the only worthwhile part of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap up: I'm getting tired of having Redeye, maybe I'll go for some Onion Breath for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1085679126844012738?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1085679126844012738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1085679126844012738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1085679126844012738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1085679126844012738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/03/worse-for-wear-bad-case-of-redeye.html' title='Worse for wear, a bad case of The Redeye.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-2721820335404784858</id><published>2009-01-28T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:18:35.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>More BOOM for yo ZOOM</title><content type='html'>I love 33hz, I love bass, I love ultra low subsonic bass frequency boomin and shakin down the house. I HATE when people play poorly done rap noise in their cars that use only one sub tone the whole song, and they blast it as if it's cool. If you're going to blast bass from your car, make sure you're blasting good music. Rap noise generally only uses one bass tone the whole song which repetitively comes in every measure in a never changing fashion that makes you want to hurl. They don't even have subdrops, and that's one of the coolest elements of bass music. Please, if you're going to play bass music in your car, which many know by the name of Miami Bass, make it good music such as Bass Mekanik, Techmaster P.E.B., and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-2721820335404784858?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/2721820335404784858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=2721820335404784858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/2721820335404784858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/2721820335404784858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-boom-for-yo-zoom.html' title='More BOOM for yo ZOOM'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8607429883555686438</id><published>2009-01-08T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:34:08.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hacker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hacking'/><title type='text'>I'll win and I'll like it! You won't, sorry.</title><content type='html'>Hackers! Oh my are they annoying, you're trying to play a fun game on the interwebs on your computer and these people come in and they start cheating. You're playing let's say a shooter game and all of the sudden you can't kill some guy, you empty two clips into him and he's still standing. You're playing CTF (Capture the Flag) and all of the sudden some guy gets your flag and captures it in like 2 seconds because he's teleporting and speed hacking. A person on the opposite team gets all head shots because he's using an aim bot. A person starts shooting at you and kills you right when you go around the corner because he's using a program that lets him see through the walls. This is hacking, and holy crap is it annoying. Either they have no skill or they're just plain bored, but whatever the case is they're always a jerk. Ruining a game is never cool, because obviously the people playing want to play fair and equally. It's like when you're playing a board game like Monopoly and somebody makes a trade that just throws off the entire game because they were losing, or people steal money from the bank. Hacking is just cheating in the digital world. Hackers are horrible and they make games suck, end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8607429883555686438?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8607429883555686438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8607429883555686438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8607429883555686438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8607429883555686438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-win-and-ill-like-it-you-wont-sorry.html' title='I&apos;ll win and I&apos;ll like it! You won&apos;t, sorry.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-4155125211107730413</id><published>2009-01-01T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:06:19.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Happy New Beers</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness gracious, where to even start on this one. I always find it ironic that people becon in the new year by being completely drunk and trashed. Fresh start, while drunk? Eh, people will always perplex me with their flawed logic and such but that's human nature for you. I do wish that new years wasn't just an excuse to get drunk but that's never going to change, so though I do enjoy being with people and having fun, I will always resent the fact that it's next to impossible to find a good party that isn't about drinking. Either way, what's so new about the new year anyways besides some new number at the end? Life still continues and people stay stuck in their ways though they resolve to do otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the new year count, don't just view it as some novelty thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-4155125211107730413?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/4155125211107730413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=4155125211107730413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4155125211107730413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4155125211107730413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-beers.html' title='Happy New Beers'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7791262676655378299</id><published>2008-12-13T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:17:26.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Let me in, it's the law!</title><content type='html'>It's not legal to block street access with a motor vehicle, for instance when you're driving down a main road with side roads you aren't legally permitted to stop in front of them. Today I decided not to stand for that kind of road blocking nonsense, as I had to turn out from my street left onto a main road that was being blocked by a car. The crossing guards were down since there was a train, which is why traffic was backed up so far, and that's why my street was being blocked by traffic and I couldn't conveniently turn left. I pulled out anyways, and stuck the front of my car in front of the person who was in front of the person blocking my street, which I am quite sure he was doing on purpose. Once again, people will never cease to amaze me with how truly awful they are at following the law while using their vehicles, or even using them well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7791262676655378299?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7791262676655378299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7791262676655378299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7791262676655378299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7791262676655378299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-in-its-law.html' title='Let me in, it&apos;s the law!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-6233216720946372417</id><published>2008-11-14T14:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:42:05.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scientology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='german'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Tom Cruise, WTF?</title><content type='html'>What is this mans problem? Scientology? Are you kidding me? Don't even get me started on his water squirt to the face incident, handle a prank much dude? He's an idiot and a disgrace for playing Colonel Claus von Stauffenberg in Valkyrie and if you don't know what that's all about let me explain. He's the main plotter in the failed assassination plan on Hitler, thus making him a German war hero. The German government currently despises Scientology and therefore Tom Cruise, and are extremely upset with him for acting in this movie. I'm sure there's plenty more I could say about this man but I feel I've already said enough. Point is, Tom Cruise, you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-6233216720946372417?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/6233216720946372417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=6233216720946372417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6233216720946372417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6233216720946372417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/11/tom-cruise-wtf.html' title='Tom Cruise, WTF?'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-6261516934384290744</id><published>2008-10-27T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:35:07.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>Group projects, what a mess.</title><content type='html'>These types of assignments are the worst that you can get for a big project in school because you always find yourself coming across the issue of scheduling conflict. If you can all meet together it may only happen for one time, and that may not be enough time to be able to get anything done whether it's a simple research project or something artistic. It's also a chore trying to find one person who will able to get the whole group on task in order to do the project in a timely manner. If you can't get together you'll find yourselves scrambling to dived the work evenly amongst every person in the group. Once you do this it's also hard to collaborate and incorporate everything into the same overall presentation. It's especially hard to be able to do these types of projects when you are in college and you commute from an hour away while also having work on many weekdays and a full schedule while you're at school. Basically put it is near impossible for group projects to go smoothly and it's just a real pain and hassle when teachers assign them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-6261516934384290744?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/6261516934384290744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=6261516934384290744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6261516934384290744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6261516934384290744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/group-projects-what-mess.html' title='Group projects, what a mess.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-524915006433597911</id><published>2008-10-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:44:18.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Solve this problem, oh, it's only half complete.</title><content type='html'>Algebra is one of the most irritating forms of math that for the most part none of us will be able to use practically in our every day life. I don't even see how I could use it any day of my life. Now, before I go and outright declare it's useless let me put one example on where you can actually use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going on a trip with 3 friends and you're traveling 50 miles in a car that gets 24 mpg you can use an algebraic equation to figure out the money needed from each person so you each spend the same amount and it comes out to be a fair cost for all involved. Gas is 3 dollars a gallon, you have three friends, and you're using 2 gallons of gas. I'm not gonna do the equation but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this one type of basic equation every other part of algebra is just complete and utter useless nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-524915006433597911?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/524915006433597911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=524915006433597911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/524915006433597911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/524915006433597911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/solve-this-problem-oh-its-only-half.html' title='Solve this problem, oh, it&apos;s only half complete.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1057789239591403700</id><published>2008-10-15T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:36:12.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Assing is LAME</title><content type='html'>I can't stand it when people half ass something, they don't work hard or do the best they can and often times they don't even&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1057789239591403700?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1057789239591403700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1057789239591403700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1057789239591403700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1057789239591403700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-assing-is-lame.html' title='Half Assing is LAME'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7911745839476120388</id><published>2008-10-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:39:50.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital'/><title type='text'>Time to change the way time is viewed.</title><content type='html'>Time is one of those things that everybody loves to hate. We can't live without the fabric of time and space and we organize and run our lives based off of schedules within time. Time is merely a way to split the day into equal parts so that everybody can be on the same wavelength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that time exists due to the fact that there are seasons and day and night. It's very convenient that we were able to work these two things into a 24 hour day. Ever since man has known about time he has tried to come up with ways to keep track of it. The sun dial is the earliest form of this and is still used in some places today, not for telling the time but for decoration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one method of telling time that has lasted the longest is the analogue clock. Now that we have digital clocks though the analogue system is rather useless. Sure it's classy or classical to have a grandfather clock or a wall mounted pendulum clock but what's the point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's entertain a ridiculous idea for a second here. What if we were to display an analogue clock using a digital display? Genius right? WRONG. I'm just going to end now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Displaying analogue clocks digitally is dumb and pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7911745839476120388?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7911745839476120388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7911745839476120388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7911745839476120388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7911745839476120388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-change-way-time-is-viewed.html' title='Time to change the way time is viewed.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-6291655558678114532</id><published>2008-10-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:41:24.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='useless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>General Education, why it SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>If there was one thing that I could do to forever change the way that my college operates, let alone all colleges, it would be doing away with stupid Gen Ed courses. Now, I'm not saying that I think learning is stupid or that it's not important to have general knowledge about the world, it's just the way in which you do in at college doesn't help you with your life nor does it make you a more knowledgeable person. Let's sum it up in three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No New Material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest reasons that these classes are so unimportant is because of the fact that ninety percent of the time you are being taught things that you more than likely already know. I've read the book Frankenstein once in seventh grade, senior year of high school, and then a third time my freshman year of college. Every time we read it we always look at it from the same aspect, that of Frankenstein abandoning his creation thus making the creature evil, or did the creature choose to be evil? It's always the same dumb conversations with the same stupid ending to them and it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waste of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my second point, these classes are a waste of time. Since I already know all of the basic math that I'm going to need to use to be able to function properly in the real world, all of the math that they would be able to teach me is just useless and stupid. When on earth am I going to have to figure out this certain equation without knowing what this variable is? Never, that's why these courses are a complete and utter waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Distract From Important Classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest reason why I feel these classes are not only unneeded but in many ways harmful to  your education is because they take time away from the courses that you are taking so you can get your study completed. I didn't go to college to be a science math or business major, I am going to become a composer. Why should I have to take two writing and rhetoric classes that are making me write more research papers that I've already done in the past. Having to take over six  courses in a single semester with only two of those being major courses is still a hard thing to have to do because every other class that isn't a major and isn't even an English class for that matter of fact requires that you do some form of major project or paper, which is a bull crap waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen Ed courses are the worst thing ever invented in the educational history of man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-6291655558678114532?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/6291655558678114532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=6291655558678114532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6291655558678114532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6291655558678114532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-education-why-it-sucks.html' title='General Education, why it SUCKS.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1880225562342211147</id><published>2008-10-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:34:27.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grammar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Grammar much?</title><content type='html'>I hate those facebook updates that start with is and are followed by a sentence that makes no sense because of it. Just because it's only an online thing doesn't mean you shouldn't use good english. If you start using poor grammar and a worse vocabulary you're only harming yourself, so why start that bad habbit. Always do everything as best as you can because the second you start slacking off you lose knowledge and skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whether it's a slight grammatical error or a dropped word don't let those seemingly small things ruin you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1880225562342211147?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1880225562342211147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1880225562342211147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1880225562342211147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1880225562342211147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/grammar-much.html' title='Grammar much?'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8635630506422170161</id><published>2008-10-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:25:16.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lounge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>No eating allowed in lunch room!</title><content type='html'>Wow was I shocked today when I walked into the student lounge on the third floor of the music department at my college. There are signs hanging on the wall stating "no sleeping allowed in lunch room". First off, I'd like to say that though this is the lunch room it is more so a student lounge thanks to the computers and such. I don't understand just why it is that we're not allowed to take a minute to get some shuteye during our down time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay 16,000 dollars a SEMESTER to go to this place, so why is it that they think they can dictate what I do during my free time between classes? Maybe I've had a full day of class followed by a full night of work the previous day and I didn't get much sleep. Maybe I had a lot of homework to do and I had to stay up late to finish it all and make sure I did a great job on all of it. Whatever the circumstance, I feel that I should be able to do whatever publicly appropriate act I please in the student lounge that I pay for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that irritates me is that there's nothing they can do about it besides wake us up. They can't write us up or kick us out the building so what's the point of waking us up just to ensure we're not sleeping in the lounge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand not sleeping in here during lunch time when it's crowded and there are many students trying to eat here, but the rule is otherwise very unnecessary bullcrap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8635630506422170161?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8635630506422170161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8635630506422170161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8635630506422170161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8635630506422170161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-eating-allowed-in-lunch-room.html' title='No eating allowed in lunch room!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-6139966474907133137</id><published>2008-10-09T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:55:05.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statistics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worthless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premium'/><title type='text'>Half of the time you're in the other half!</title><content type='html'>Statistics is one of the greatest ways of finding out the results of any instance by examining a select number of people and applying that data to seemingly every person in the known world. It is for this reason that there are so many flaws in our society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great example is insurance premiums. I am a 19 year old male with a clean driving record who drives a 2000 ford escort. My monthly bill is 160 dollars due to the fact that statistics have declared that people of my gender in my age group are more likely to exhibit risky and dangerous behaviors in our every day life. I am a safe driver who obeys all laws applicable to operating my motor vehicle, the only accident I was ever in was during winter when I stopped and the person behind me failed to stop and rear ended me. Bad road conditions my ass he just wasn't paying any attention. My point is, however, that just because statistics say something doesn't mean it applies to everybody. I believe that for insurance everybody should be given the same rate at first, whether you be a 19yo male or a 45yo woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other reason that statistics are crappy is because of the fact that they often become old and outdated rather quickly. A statistical measurement made in 2005 about computer usage may be very different than those made the next year. Stats don't update every year though so the data isn't always reliable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports stats are another thing that I find very useless just for the fact that people will always perform differently on any given day. Just because all of the cubs players and the team in general had great stats this year doesn't mean that they were guaranteed to win the series. They got swept in the playoffs which goes to show that you can't rely on the stats (and that they suck :D). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really go on all day about stats and how worthless I feel they are but I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics are awful and that's all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-6139966474907133137?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/6139966474907133137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=6139966474907133137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6139966474907133137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6139966474907133137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-of-time-youre-in-other-half.html' title='Half of the time you&apos;re in the other half!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8655119290614289830</id><published>2008-10-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:28:22.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nazi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confederacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heritage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swastika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oppression'/><title type='text'>The Confederate Flag</title><content type='html'>Though I do realize that this flag is a historical symbol I in no way believe that it has the right to be flown in our country. Let me give you an example of why I feel this way because if you look at it from the way I do you'll agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swastika was a symbol of pride when adopted by the Nazi party and before they ever used it the Swastika has been a symbol of good luck and fortune with strong spiritual meaning in the eastern world. Since the use by the Nazi party however this flag has become a symbol of oppression, hatred, racism, and stands as a reminder of the atrocities befallen on the Jewish Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confederate flag was originally adopted by the south as a proclamation of their rebellion and independence from the Union. As we all know however the south was and to some degree still has racial problems, mainly that of whites being racist towards blacks. I won't delve into this topic as you can look for yourself on the internet at the many things that happened in the south such as the murder of Emmett Till. The flag stands to many as a symbol of racism and oppression from whites who feel they're superior to people of other skin colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many supporters of the flag claim that it is representative of their southern heritage and the traditions of the south. Honesty, who are they trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swastika and the confederate flag are on the same level, they both have extremely negative connotations and there's no justification in flying either of them, unless for historical purposes such as in movies portraying events of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side note: What heritage? The south didn't adopt that flag until they broke off because they wanted to keep slavery, is that the kind of heritage you want to represent you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8655119290614289830?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8655119290614289830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8655119290614289830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8655119290614289830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8655119290614289830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/confederate-flag.html' title='The Confederate Flag'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7965537008743946928</id><published>2008-10-06T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:43:13.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half'/><title type='text'>Sorry I didn't know this was a one way sidewalk.</title><content type='html'>I absolutely can not stand it when a person feels that they are so important that they don't even bother at an attempt to move over when passing somebody on a walk way. Just this morning I practically had to turn sideways and strafe past a person due to his ineptitude. I don't know whether he thought there would be enough room or if he honestly just didn't care but either way it's one of those things that can make a person ticked for quite some time afterward. Here's the deal with walkways in America, you generally always walk on the right side no matter which way you are going. This very simple rule makes it so that everybody can get to where there going with minimal interference. One thing however that can throw off this entire system is a group of people walking together. Often times one or more members of the group want to walk side by side so that they can all be equal and not have to look back or talk louder. This is a problem however when they are taking up almost all of if not the whole sidewalk and they refuse to move out of the way of other pedestrians. I could go on and on and on about this but I'll just make it real simple and clear so that we can prevent this plague from overtaking our nations walkways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Posts Message: When you're walking down a walkway mentally divide it in half always be conscience of which side you are on so that you don't impede the travel of those on the other side it's called being courteous and it's something that everybody should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7965537008743946928?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7965537008743946928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7965537008743946928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7965537008743946928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7965537008743946928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-i-didnt-know-this-was-one-way.html' title='Sorry I didn&apos;t know this was a one way sidewalk.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-4249161788671723482</id><published>2008-10-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:14:32.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Nobody has a life as awful as mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://missesparker.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/girls-emo-haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://missesparker.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/girls-emo-haircut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the deal with emo kids? Honestly, why is it that they all project this idea of their life being so horrible, even though it's clearly not? Most emo kids express this feeling of despair by using money that their parents gave them to purchase a multitude of 18 dollar t-shirts at Hot Topic that show how dark they feel on the inside. Usually all they wear is black, and their pants are extremely baggy that often have chains hanging from them in some fashion. One reason they do this is to be non-conformist, by conforming to a group full of people doing exactly what they are. If that's not a paradox I don't know what is. Some of their lives are so bad that they even have their friends help them use hundreds of dollars worth of musical instruments to record songs about it. They also see expensive concerts which they get to by driving their parent's car so they can pay for the show with their parent's money. Oh, they write pathetic emo poems too, here's one I wrote in like 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is awful, wish I were dead,&lt;br /&gt;Escape the darkness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Torrents of pain swirling around,&lt;br /&gt;Drop to my knees alone on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart wrenching thoughts that run through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Black hole for my heart and my spirit defined,&lt;br /&gt;A messenger of death yea the death of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be free from its life taking toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hatred that boils just under my skin,&lt;br /&gt;Society calling all my actions a sin,&lt;br /&gt;When will it all end, where did it begin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling my life here is now wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totally queer right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Posts Message: Emo kids are obviously taken care of by people who more likely than not love them, so they have no reason to act like depressed sad-sacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: Why do they wear army boots if they're supposed to be anti-establishment and against  being mainstream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-4249161788671723482?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/4249161788671723482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=4249161788671723482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4249161788671723482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4249161788671723482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/nobody-has-life-as-awful-as-mine.html' title='Nobody has a life as awful as mine!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8080553530602044942</id><published>2008-10-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:19:04.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Society made them weak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/39052446_04aa4b94f1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/39052446_04aa4b94f1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing out old ideas in substitution of better ones is almost always a good thing. Even though the end result may be a good one because of these changes, there are often unforeseen and detrimental side effects. One great example is how society is almost entirely ridding our nation of old fashioned playgrounds. No more metal slide, merry-go-rounds, see-saws, or as some said, teeter totters. No more wooden structures or metal jungle gyms, and certainly no more tire forts, which were AWESOME. These were not the safest playground structures, but there's the glory of it which made it so fun. All of these things had an inherent risk that came along with their use, giving us a more exciting experience. One other thing that makes our playgrounds "safer" is new ground/play flooring. Instead of the traditional pebbles or wood chips we now have foam/rubber matting. With pebbles and even wood chips you could have wars by throwing them at each other, what can kids do now with these synthetic floors? The main reason that all of these things which make children safer are bad is they are making the kids grow up to be wimps. They don't get bruised, scraped, scratched and beat up as much and it's babying them. My generation learned to take it and walk it off, deal with it. In a way I suppose you could say that this made us tougher, stronger, and better because we've dealt with injury before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posts lesson: Let your kid fall off his bike and scrape his knee, let them play tackle football in your backyards, let them wrestle and horse around. Allow your children to have the experiences that teach them about the risk of injury and what it's like when it does happen. Your children will be tougher because of this and they will have a better life in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I do not support reckless child endangerment nor am I encouraging it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8080553530602044942?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8080553530602044942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8080553530602044942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8080553530602044942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8080553530602044942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/society-made-them-weak.html' title='Society made them weak!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7338457897667242210</id><published>2008-10-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:06:12.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Allow me to clarify!</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be extremely relevant to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand when I have to explain something that I've said or that I'm talking about to somebody. This happens to everybody on an almost regular basis so I know it annoys everybody else in the world as well. One example is why I prefer to use Windows Live Messenger instead of AIM. It's aggravating having to say that WL has better features and a cleaner and more personal interface than AIM whenever I try to tell an AIM user to switch to WL. I think the worst type of explanation irritation occurs when you're talking to somebody about let's say this game you both play. I played this game called Gunz, and the control scheme was broken. A broken control scheme allows you to do things you shouldn't normally be able to do but can achieve by taking advantage of the flaws in the controls. It's because the combination of there being no limits to your actions and your ability to repeat certain actions that you are able to take advantage of them. It's as if in Battle Field 2, a realistic modern warfare game, you can run and jump as often as you want. That would lead to broken controls and that's why in the game you have stamina, so as to limit those actions thus making it so you can't take advantage of them. See? I just explained something, and oh boy was that a hassle. Some of you probably didn't even understand anything I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get back to the crux of the matter: Explaining things that you are saying is annoying, though it happens often so there's really nothing you can do about it besides making sure that when you do explain you do a damn good job of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7338457897667242210?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7338457897667242210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7338457897667242210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7338457897667242210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7338457897667242210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/allow-me-to-clarify.html' title='Allow me to clarify!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-6012648121134302904</id><published>2008-10-05T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:21:05.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illegible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>Verify this ancient language for access.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hoozi.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/google_captcha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://hoozi.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/google_captcha.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: If you don't want to hear every little thing I have to say and just wanna skip straight to the message of this wall of text, skip to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate CAPTCHA, which are those annoying little word verification images that show you an image that's really illegible and forces you to write what is asks for in a text field? I hate them. It's a good idea when you think about it, but it just doesn't do as well in the application. The main purpose is so these things called bots don't spam websites with false accounts and posts, CAPTCHA stands for Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart. To put it simply it's so websites can ensure that only real people are creating accounts and posting and doing whatever else requires this form of verification. It's just crappy that some of the images have to be so warped that you can hardly read them. The only real reason I can think of them doing that is because some loser with no life may have actually took the time to make a program that finds the verification image when it goes to that page and uses some sort of algorithm or identification device which examines the image and inputs what letters and numbers it's able to read. Basically, the program acts as if it's a person looking at the image and once it figures out what it is it inputs it so as to complete the verification process. That's the only reason I can fathom for them making those types of images. Here's something else to think about, sometimes if you are unable to do the image it lets you do a simpler one. What's the point of the hard to read one if they have an easy to read one? I'm not even going to bother to get into that but here's what I really wanted to say. Sometimes if you can't read the image it lets you listen to something, and then type in what you heard. Those are often very hard to understand, so it's just as difficult and irritating as the image based ones. What if you are def and can't do the image one? That must really suck. Well, I haven't done this in a while so I'm gonna go nostalgic on my ass and sum this all up with a summarization (LOL redundancy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler Alert! - For those you didn't get the message of that post and don't want it revealed to them point blank it's going to be stated next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Posts Message: CAPTCHA Verification images are tedious and annoying, end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-6012648121134302904?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/6012648121134302904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=6012648121134302904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6012648121134302904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/6012648121134302904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/verify-this-ancient-language-for-access.html' title='Verify this ancient language for access.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5374738090391488606</id><published>2008-10-05T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:28:26.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ticket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Well, it's for you but it's not for you.</title><content type='html'>The student discount for the Metra is GARBAGE. To be applicable for the student discount you must be a grade or high school student. This discount does NOT apply to college students. This may seem like it's no big deal, but let me tell you why Metra doing this is a very scummy thing for them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade and High School students DON'T need to buy monthly passes to go to Chicago. College students need to buy monthly passes to go to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;If Metra gave the discount to college students they would make less money. By giving it to G&amp;HS students they don't lose money, because they don't take advantage of it. This allows Metra to look like they're giving a discount to students, but not to the ones who will use it. This is why Metra is sleazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5374738090391488606?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5374738090391488606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5374738090391488606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5374738090391488606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5374738090391488606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-its-for-you-but-its-not-for-you.html' title='Well, it&apos;s for you but it&apos;s not for you.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5798939811926745980</id><published>2008-10-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:04:11.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='function'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='device'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keyboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='type'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logitech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='input'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Excuse my language, it's not my fault.</title><content type='html'>KEYBOARDS, computer ones not musical ones. The keyboard is the centerpiece of the computer right along with its partner the mouse. Without these two devices we would have no means of communicating with the machine that almost dictates everything that we do throughout our daily lives. You know what, I'm going to make this a dual post not only about the keyboard but about the mouse too, as they are both things that every person has a different opinion on, so here's what I have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keyboads&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Key Action:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, when I speak about the Key Action I am referring to the amount of force that it takes to press a key, and the ease in which the keys come back up after being hit. Most keyboards are fairly good but there are a select few which are just awful monsters that are near impossible to work with. Mac Keyboards are the pinnacle of bad action. The keys are extremely stiff and take a lot of effort to press, thus making  typing much more of a task than it has to be. The key placement isn't bad and everything is spaced well but it's irritating to have to use so much effort to press a  stupid key. Another issue with these is how on some models the keys ascend upwards in space, why? Not only do I have to stretch my fingers far for the F keys, but I now have to lift them higher as well? That's what I call irritating. The other champion of bad action are laptop and flat keyed keyboards. These demons can make the most fluent of key strokers fall to their knees and weep tears of anger and frustration. You can hardly tell if you've pressed a key, and when you do, they don't really like to spring back up because there's really nowhere for them to spring back up to. Another problem is that they're too easy to double stroke and also to be smashed different directions thus throwing off your fingering. These are just a nightmare to work with and I feel pity  on any person forced to use them as a primary input device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Functions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that it's not necessary for a keyboard to have any keys other than the standard keys required to operate a computer, but sometimes keyboards go all wrong when people either add too much or take away things from keyboards. Keyboards without number pads drive me insane, how are you supposed to input mathematical data in a quick and efficient manner without one of these essential pads? It just doesn't happen without it. That's really the only thing that you can take away from a keyboard so that you can still operate the computer, and it's really the only thing that they can take away which makes using the keyboard more irritating. Some things that they add are nice, but some are really cluttered and make the keyboard less efficient. Keyboards that feature email keys and things like that are often cluttered and go unused by those who purchase them. That's about it, I don't know what else I can say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MICE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Control Method&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track balls, oh my are they old. If you are using a trackball mouse kindly do yourself a favor and throw it off of the nearest 3rd story anything you can find. These have a horrendous 2 axis input device which is controlled by the ball which moves inside of it. These get destroyed by dust dirt and grime and become very hard to operate when they are so cluttered up by all of this.&lt;br /&gt;Top Ball Mice, wow. If you can do this go ahead, but these are so finicky that unless you enjoy using it you will never want to touch one EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Optical Mice, these aren't bad, but come on man, there's something better out there and it's called laser. Optical mice aren't horrible but the red light coming from the bottom and its unreliability on certain surfaces can put a hamper on your computing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buttons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're fine with left and right click and a scroll wheel that's cool. If you're fine with macs one button only mice (which I HATE) with the little scroll ball (which I think is the only good thing about the mouse) then I guess that's cool too, if you're using a stupid mac. Here's the thing though, it's not always bad to have more, and I enjoy a mouse with tons of awesome buttons. Be wary of your choices, because some are cluttered and feature unnecessary buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate wired mice, where's the freedom? What if you want to sit across the room and watch a movie and have your mouse with you just in case you need to pause for some reason and have no other way of doing it in a more convenient manner (I have a remote for my computer suckers!)? What if the cable isn't long enough? What if the cable is too weighted and pulls the mouse? What if your station is too cluttered and a mouse won't work well? For the most part, wired mice are inferior to wireless mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Input Devices and My Advice to You!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the Logitech G15 Gamers keyboard, the model with the little screen that can be opened or remain shut. I love it because it has great key action, and its extra keys are useful not only for media but for gaming obviously. Also it has backlit keys so you can always see them even when it's dark (though you shouldn't have to see them if you're good at typing as I am). It has a great design and it just feels right whether you use the wrist rest or not ( I don't because it doesn't fit on my stupid computerdesk keyboard pull out thing. It's an all around great keyboard though it's a bit pricey at around 70 bucks. If you're looking for just a simple keyboard that also functions well then just get a basic 15 dollar Logitech Keyboad, it still works great just without all the bells and whistles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the Logitech MX1000 Wireless Laser mouse which I feel is one of the best mice on the market. It feels good to use, it has not only left and right click but also a scroll wheel which can be used to scroll up down left right and clicked to bring up the mouse scroll input feature. Also, surrounding this scroll wheel are up down left right buttons which are useful for click scrolling, as in one click at a time. On the side over the thumb are forward and back arrows for web browsing and in between these buttons is an application switch button which may be easier for some than using alt tab. Now, if you don't like those buttons the way they are or you're a gamer you can assign them to act as different keys, I think you can even assign macros to them to an extent. This mouse also is awesome because it's wireless and very precise, the receiver is also the charger, and it uses a built in lithium ion battery that holds a strong charge so you hardly ever have to charge it. Also you can use the mouse on almost any surface imaginable and it doesn't emit that awful red glare that optical mice do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both of these are more than just a mouse or just a keyboard because they both come with software that enables you to further customize them to serve you however you'd like. I put my computer input device faith in Logitech, because they don't just make hardware but also software to make it even better for every individual user. So, you've heard it from me, now it's up to you to decide what works best for your needs in the vast and sometimes very annoying world of computer input devices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5798939811926745980?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5798939811926745980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5798939811926745980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5798939811926745980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5798939811926745980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/excuse-my-language-its-not-my-fault.html' title='Excuse my language, it&apos;s not my fault.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5562086807820935765</id><published>2008-10-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:16:12.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto'/><title type='text'>I didn't want to say that but I guess I am now!</title><content type='html'>Auto-complete. What a giant piece of crap this feature can be. Sometimes you may want AC turned on, for instance when you're using your web browser and you're typing in the address of a certain website that you frequently visit. Well, if you are doing that then why not just make the site a bookmark, or better yet, just drag and drop the address icon into you're bookmarks tool bar? Even though in this place it can be useful, AC is still not a necessity for practical people. Microsoft word using AC can sometimes change the entire meaning of a sentence you were typing and we all know that for that program AC is a horrible mistake. Keyword fields where you enter keywords is also a very bad place to use AC because on some browsers and computers it always puts in the word that's in the drop down AC list. You type your one word let's say "print", and after you put the comma after it the AC decides that since the last word in the drop down list of AC words was "fine print" it's going to put that in the field regardless of the fact that you didn't chose that word nor did you want to. You try time and time and again to input it only to find out that the only way to put your word is by letting AC put in the word that it wants to have and then going back and deleting the part that you don't want. What a hassle that is. Now, since I've been relentlessly riding AC let me give the only example of where it's actually a good feature, well, maybe two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google searches: I love AC when it comes down to doing a search on google, because it's very smart in the fact that it narrows down what your looking for with specifics that are frequently searched for. Let's do one in our browser right now shall we? Press and hold control and T to open a new tab (or command and t if using a mac &lt;wtf&gt;)and load the google main page. We want to end up searching for "It's over 9000!" If AC isn't on for the homepage use the search tool bar in the top right corner of your browser. You'll notice that as soon as you type in "It's o" you get the listing for "It's over 9000!" in the drop down AC list. That's what I call handy and convenient. Now you can simply hit the down arrow three times instead of typing in eight extra characters. Google AC FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone T9 Texting: This is the best thing that's ever happened to the mobile texting universe (besides the little keyboard if you can do that &lt;I hate it&gt;). This is the easiest way to input words without having to go through the hassle of choosing a letter and then waiting for it to input, and taking like 10 minutes just to text a simple sentence. T9 Texting ROCKS, but it's still easier just to call somebody so minus 10 points to T9 texting (LOL FAIL!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it people, let's get a final conclusion on this whole AC issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-Complete: Works well if used correctly. Final Score: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5562086807820935765?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5562086807820935765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5562086807820935765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5562086807820935765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5562086807820935765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-didnt-want-to-say-that-but-i-guess-i.html' title='I didn&apos;t want to say that but I guess I am now!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-9095422898509078847</id><published>2008-10-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:00:26.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='print'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>It's not like I didn't already pay for it.</title><content type='html'>This may sound like a very petty thing to complain about, but hey, that's life in a nut shell isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the crap do I have to pay ten cents a page to print a freaking piece of paper at my college, even though I'm already paying 16,000 a semester to go here? Don't you think that they can cover the costs of my printing for one semester in that fee? Why do I have to pay extra money? It's not even paying that dime per page that bothers me, it's the hassle that's involved in doing it. I have to put money on a card, and if I don't use all of that money by the end of the semester it's gone. Now doesn't that seem like a cheap way for a college to earn some extra money? "Hey, let's make them put money on a card to buy things here so when the card expires they lose the 30 bucks that they put on it and it all goes straight back to us!" I wonder what evil corporate genius they had think that one up. Seriously though, it's the principle of the matter here that's the main issue. I pay a TON of money to go here, so I shouldn't have to pay extra to print a stupid paper that I had no time to print at home, it's just not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-9095422898509078847?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/9095422898509078847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=9095422898509078847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/9095422898509078847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/9095422898509078847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-like-i-didnt-already-pay-for-it.html' title='It&apos;s not like I didn&apos;t already pay for it.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-9131070801254040923</id><published>2008-09-19T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:37:41.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>It's FRIDAY! I could watch paint dry!</title><content type='html'>HOLY CARPS am I finding myself so incredibly bored on my once a week day of relaxation and fun, the hay-day of the week, that one thing that everybody looks forwards to: FRIDAY. All I want is to hang out with somebody, maybe go somewhere and do something, even just watch a movie with somebody. I can't do any of this because all of my friends are gone at college, and the ones that are here are never available. I'm sure you're thinking "Can't you hang with your college friends?" No, I commute, the only time I see them is when I'm downtown for class. It's very hard to make friends when right after class you have to catch a train to get home and go to work. I just can't stand having weekend after weekend where all I do is sit on my computer in my room doing absolutely nothing. I could settle for picking up a friend, driving to 7/11 and getting a slurpee, going back to my house and doing something as simple as maybe just watching a video on youtube, and then calling it a night. I can't do that though because there is nobody around to be able to do it with. I have all this pent up energy and no way of using it for fun. Working out isn't fun, though it's what I often end up using my energy on at midnight or later because I haven't been able to do anything the whole night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Thoughts: Don't be one of those people who always get called by their friends but is NEVER able to do anything, even if you're tired or some crap, GET OVER IT and make time for you and your friends. Nothing makes you feel more refreshed than being involved in a good relationship with people you care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-9131070801254040923?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/9131070801254040923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=9131070801254040923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/9131070801254040923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/9131070801254040923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday-i-could-watch-paint-dry.html' title='It&apos;s FRIDAY! I could watch paint dry!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7072930867152212207</id><published>2008-08-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:00:00.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Sorry I wasn't blessed with the skinnies!</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows a person who never does any physical activity and eats as much as they want whenever they want to and somehow manages to stay skinny. They're skinny now, they were skinny then, they always have been and will be skinny. Why is this you ask yourself, perhaps they have a fast metabolism? Maybe they naturally exert more energy and utilize more of the sustenance they procure. You can never fully understand it but they just never gain any weight. Now, this isn't what I'm complaining about, though it is irritating. I despise those people with "the skinnies" as I so call it but also rub it in your face as if they actually worked to be that way. I myself am barely normal weight (according to Wii fit) though I do have fat on my chest. I exercise regularly, eat very little, and try very hard to get into shape and be more physically fit yet no matter how much I try the weight just never goes away. People that stay fit no matter what should be grateful for that, because there are plenty of people out there like me who want to be at their physical peek and try very hard to be, but for some reason can't ever make it. I'm gonna cut it short here and just leave you with the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posts lesson: Not everybody who is overweight is overweight because of their own doing, and some of them are trying not to be even though the results seem to be out of reach. Allow me to state this in a more direct way that applies to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be skinny and fit but even though I do all that I can every day it's hard for me, so back off and leave me alone about it, it's not like I chose to be this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7072930867152212207?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7072930867152212207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7072930867152212207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7072930867152212207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7072930867152212207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-i-wasnt-blessed-with-skinnies.html' title='Sorry I wasn&apos;t blessed with the skinnies!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-3224704486507187903</id><published>2008-08-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:03:07.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='close'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='initiate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mooch'/><title type='text'>Don't expect do to things with me, but I'll still do things with you.</title><content type='html'>Friends come in many different levels, let's try to make some categories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend: This person will always be there for you, they understand you, they call you and you call them, you both invite each other to hang out together. To put it simply, if it weren't for the fact that you're both straight and of the same gender you'd totally get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close friend: You share a lot in common and you love each others company, you both invite one another to do things and you most always think of them when planning events with multiple people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: You share common interests and you get along, you hang out every once in a while whether it's them or you inviting each other to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend by association: When you hang with other friends they're there and you both get along and are able to enjoy each others presence thus making them a friend by association. These people have the potential to be normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's more than likely that you've known close friends for a long time, and all these types of friends do have the potential of moving up a category. Sometimes you may even get lucky and meet somebody that turns into a best friend though you haven't known each other for a long time. Here's the part where I am going to rant though, this is the category of friend on which I intend to analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEECH FRIENDS: These friends can be solely leech friends, or they may fall into every category below best friend. The only time you ever hang out is when you call them and you're generally doing something that you have planned. The only time you do something they initiate is when you call them, find out what they're doing, and invite yourself. Let's say you call them and they're playing ultimate Frisbee, they didn't invite you but I'm sure they won't say no if you ask if you can join them. It's as if they only hang out with you because they just happen to have nothing to do when you call them, or they want to leave their house or just go somewhere. Now, I understand some people not inviting you to hang out with them due to the fact that you may not fit in with a certain group of friends they're with, but when that's not the case it just seems rude for them to not invite you. That's why they're leeches, all they do is take from your relationship and they seem to give NOTHING in return. Depending on what level of friend they are it's sometimes hard to stop being their friend, or in the case of the leech letting you be friends with them, as all they do is allow you to hang with them when you ask them to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post's lesson: If you're not willing to invite people do things with you then why even befriend them? Do them a favor and end your friendship so they don't think that they can rely on you to have a fun time, only to be mad at the fact that they're sitting at home on a Friday night while you're busy not making time for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-3224704486507187903?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/3224704486507187903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=3224704486507187903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3224704486507187903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3224704486507187903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-expect-do-to-things-with-me-but.html' title='Don&apos;t expect do to things with me, but I&apos;ll still do things with you.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-4185602962093412631</id><published>2008-08-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:32:06.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><title type='text'>I'll call you back never!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, where to even begin on this one is beyond me. We've all called somebody and received a "Hey can I call you back later?" and we all know at least one person who when they say this line has no intention of getting back to you EVER. If they don't want to talk to you then they shouldn't answer when you call. If they do want to talk to you but are unable to then they should answer and try to figure out a means of communicating at a different time. So why is it that people still give you false hopes of getting in touch later even though they aren't going to? Some people do this because though they probably don't like you or want to have anything to do with you they still want you to think that they like you so that you don't dislike them. I don't know why but I think it makes them feel good about themselves or at least not feel bad. Now don't get me wrong, sometimes people do forget possibly because they're way busy or it just plain old slips their mind, or maybe it's late and they're tired so they fall asleep before they remember to. When you can count on people to not remember to call back though, it's time to call somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post's lesson: If you don't want to associate yourself with somebody for whatever reason at whatever time just be outright and tell them, it'll make them resent you a lot less than if you give them false hopes. (That lesson was mainly for you ladies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-4185602962093412631?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/4185602962093412631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=4185602962093412631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4185602962093412631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4185602962093412631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-call-you-back-never.html' title='I&apos;ll call you back never!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8127497155938856452</id><published>2008-08-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:08:10.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lend'/><title type='text'>I wasn't expecting a shipping fee!</title><content type='html'>We've all had that friend that's so willing to take everything you dole out to them, but when it comes time for them to take one for the team they are so unwilling it's like trying to move a boulder with a twig. Whenever you go somewhere, you're the one that drives, maybe because you don't trust their driving skills but for whatever reason it is you're behind the wheel. If they don't have enough cash for something you lend them a buck or two, or perhaps you only have plastic so you pay for it all and accept a cash from them thinking "I'll put it into my account so it's like I didn't spend the extra money!" though we all know that's not gonna happen. You buy the popcorn when you go to the theater, and perhaps you stop at walgreens and buy snacks for everybody as well, you know, the three for 5 dollars deal or whatever it is so you don't get jacked at the theater buying the same candy at a much higher price (I know you do it everybody does). To make the final point it's you who's always supporting them financially in whatever endeavors you partake in. Now, when it comes time for them to loan you money or help pay for gas since you drive them everywhere all the time they CRINGE at the thought of having to get off your coattails on which they so ungratefully ride. They act as is you've just asked them to do something unspeakable, as if you've requested them to jump off a financial bridge onto a concrete street. We've all experienced this before, and the worst part is, when they finally do pay you back (maybe 20 dollars out of the 150 you've let them take from you from various expenditures such as gas(it's not free), food(not just dollar menu items)) they STILL expect you to pay them back. Let me break it down real simple here so that I can express my rage in a manner that's easy. I can't freaking STAND it when I take my friends EVERYWHERE and help them out when they don't have enough money for snacks or Slurpees or lunch or whatever, and then I ask them to pay for ONE thing and they expect me to pay them back ASAP and act like it's the biggest freaking deal in the world and that it's gonna set them back SO much if I don't repay them, though they've not ONCE paid me for anything that I've helped them with. Just to relate to the post title here I bought my friend milk tonight and brought it over to him upon which he repayed me, but he was making a fuss out of me charging him 4 full dollars instead of the 3.64 it cost for the milk. Granted you have to figure in tax it added to my purchase total and me actually doing it instead of him doing it so you can see why I'd want the even four. He was just playing around, however, I've had people seriously make a deal out of stuff like that and when they do it's just outraging. Since I ranted a lot I'm gonna leave you with a lesson that I hope you will have learned from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to repay and help out those who help you, otherwise you may find that they won't be so willing to help you again in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8127497155938856452?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8127497155938856452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8127497155938856452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8127497155938856452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8127497155938856452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wasnt-expecting-shipping-fee.html' title='I wasn&apos;t expecting a shipping fee!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-4834229171809302650</id><published>2008-08-15T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:09:06.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blinker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basket'/><title type='text'>Turning? I had NO IDEA!</title><content type='html'>People who for some reason refuse to use turn signals truly do make life awful. I can't stand when there's barely a cars length of space and they come flying in front of you with no warning. Weaving in and out of traffic as if making some sort of 90 miles an hour wicker basket. You try to give them the flashing hand sign for please use your blinker, you get in front of them using your turn signal so that you can show them how to do and set an example for them, you even flip back and forth between your left and right signal whilst driving in front of them and then give them the what the heck is your problem questioning hand in the air yet they STILL can't seem to get the idea through their heads that maybe they should use their signals. I'm seriously contemplating putting a sign on the hood and trunk of my car saying "Don't be ignorant, use turn signals!" so that people will know why I'm brandishing my double toucans. Please, for the safety and sanity of everybody else on the road as well as you, use your turn signals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-4834229171809302650?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/4834229171809302650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=4834229171809302650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4834229171809302650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4834229171809302650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/turning-i-had-no-idea.html' title='Turning? I had NO IDEA!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5181509968880042595</id><published>2008-08-13T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:04:55.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='task'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hour'/><title type='text'>Get busy working on looking busy.</title><content type='html'>Ugh, the ever bittersweet sting of a day at work where there's nothing to be done. You show up at 7 and you leave at 4 yet there is no work within this entire 9 hour stretch. Sure, you can pretend to look busy, but that takes more effort than actually doing work that has to be done. You could also try and find a place to just hang out and do nothing, but you'd better be prepared to go to it just in case somebody needs you or is just wondering where you've vanished to. Really, the only thing you can do on days like these is to find some tasks that are done often and do those even if they don't need to be done, and try to pass the rest of the time by working on something perhaps for yourself. If you can milk what you're doing and make things take longer than required you'll be able to pass the time a little faster, but it'll still creep by in the end, and I guarantee that you're going to be real tired of the job you're making a day out of. If you find yourself stuck in one of these situations I find that there are only two solutions no matter how you choose to enact them: don't show, or bring your coat, it's gonna be a long winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5181509968880042595?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5181509968880042595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5181509968880042595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5181509968880042595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5181509968880042595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-busy-working-on-looking-busy.html' title='Get busy working on looking busy.'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-3609312216779448500</id><published>2008-08-12T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:58:12.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rims'/><title type='text'>360 Degrees of Shiny Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00386/SNA09M13XX_386206a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00386/SNA09M13XX_386206a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Chrome is a very unique metal finish, which looks nice on various things such as internal car parts, bathroom fixtures, and even weapons. In things like weapons the chrome is usually tempered and hardened having a more flat look. It can also be used on electronic devices like cell phones and ipods. Chrome can look cool on things, giving them an attractive shine and glimmer that makes it stand out amongst the crowds. Somethings do NOT work in chrome. One thing that looks absolutely awful and horribly tacky in chrome is wheels. Now, this car pictured here is an exception to the rules, the which of there are only two. Exception one is that the car is sleek, simple, has only one color and other prominent metal parts. Exception two is that the car has bright colors, other decals or paint features, is an old model, or is being driven by an actual pimp. Chrome wheels look AWFUL on every other car that they are put on. People think that they can make their vehicles look cool by throwing them on and saying that they've pimped it out. Putting those disgusting looking abominations on your car does nothing but make you look like a stupid ass who has no intelligence and cares more about physical appearance and how people who are also stupid perceive him as he's driving down the road blasting his rap noise. Chrome rims are a waste of time, money, and effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-3609312216779448500?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/3609312216779448500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=3609312216779448500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3609312216779448500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3609312216779448500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/360-degrees-of-shiny-nonsense.html' title='360 Degrees of Shiny Nonsense'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8137406625087078059</id><published>2008-08-07T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:25:29.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Trapped on the road with no way out!</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing that I hate merely for the fact that it makes no sense, it is random traffic jams. You're cruising down the highway when all of the sudden you're forced to come to a halt, and then you crawl along the pavement for a few miles. Eventually you come to a clearing and traffic picks up again, congratulations, you've made it out of the......wait a minute....NOT AGAIN. Bam, just like that you're caught up in more congestion, no warning of any sort, no real reason as to why it's happening. This pattern continues for a long while until you finally reach your exit and the situation is over, but why on earth did it occur in the first place? Allow me to speculate and explain how I feel this happens...or not. I don't know and I don't feel like trying to figure it out, the main point here is that they suck because they come out of nowhere and bite you in the ass. Random road jams are AWFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8137406625087078059?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8137406625087078059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8137406625087078059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8137406625087078059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8137406625087078059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/08/trapped-on-road-with-no-way-out.html' title='Trapped on the road with no way out!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8729481055212469375</id><published>2008-07-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:20:44.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diagnose'/><title type='text'>Diagnosing Hardware Problems</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I can't stand trying to figure out what's wrong with electronics sometimes. I have a Sega Genesis controller that for some reason refuses to work, and I have no idea what's wrong with it. I've tried cleaning the button contacts but it does nothing, so I have absolutely no idea what's wrong with it. That's not too bad compared to what else I have to look at. I had a computer that seemed to be broken. Turns out the sound card installed was preventing it from working properly. Now that everything else seems to work, neither xp or vista can format and install on the sata hard drive I have in it. Also, the 160 gig EIDE hard drive is creating the same problem the sound card was making and preventing it from running. The next step it to take an already working hard drive with an operating system and put it in this computer and see if it works, if not I will know that the computer is no longer a viable machine. Diagnosing Computer Hardware is extremely irritating and I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8729481055212469375?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8729481055212469375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8729481055212469375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8729481055212469375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8729481055212469375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/diagnosing-hardware-problems.html' title='Diagnosing Hardware Problems'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1380598318874776400</id><published>2008-07-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:50:12.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>RAP noise</title><content type='html'>Rap is NOT music in any way, under any circumstance. Rap barely has any of the essential parts needed to even begin to create a song. I will only call them songs because I have to call them something besides noises. Most rap songs don't have pitched singing, in fact, a lot of them have monotoned synthesized voices that sound extremely ear wrenching. Almost every rap song has the same beat and rhythm. I know, can't you say almost all genres of music have beats that are similar to each other? Yes, but in rap it is different because it's the same beat throughout the entire song and the rhythm never changes. Most of it's extremely vulgar and demeaning not only towards women but they also tend to promote violence and racism, and encourage stupid behaviors and bad actions. Almost every rap song is talking about the same thing as well, a girl (shorty) being in a venue (club) dancing (getting low) and usually it has something sexual in it. I know you also can't say words properly all of the time in music, but I don't think rap ever says a word the way it's supposed to be said. They always say flo instead of floor for example, and they do things like that for almost every word they say. I could go on and on and on for days on how it's not music and it's a plague that's killing the intelligence of our nation's youth and also ruining their definition of Music but I'm not going to. I'll finish by saying this, rap should never be listened to by anybody, and it should most certainly not be taken seriously by anybody who claims to be a musician.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1380598318874776400?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1380598318874776400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1380598318874776400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1380598318874776400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1380598318874776400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/rap-noise.html' title='RAP noise'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-3358650386832211369</id><published>2008-07-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:05:48.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Driving: Even idiots can do it!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a pretty generic one that everybody can relate to. I was stopping at a four way intersection going south. The person traveling east and I stopped at the same time, and the person traveling west stopped after us both. After the person traveling north who had stopped before all of us went I let the guy going east go first. After he went I went, but before I was out the first half of the intersection the jerk going west started to go as if he was supposed to go before I was. That was irritating, but not as bad as later on. I saw about 5 cars blow through a red light at a four way only because there was a train blocking travel in one direction. Now I saw a lot more bad driving today and every single other day as a matter of fact and that brought something to my attention. Every single person that drives ignores multiple rules of the road. Nobody actually drives as the law states that they should. I think it's just that people are either too lazy to care, or they just don't care at all, and in both cases they're probably ignorant morons as well.  Don't get me wrong here, I'm not always perfect myself but I don't blatantly ignore laws such as stopping at red lights. People need to wise up and start following the rules of the road, not for them, but for the safety of those around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-3358650386832211369?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/3358650386832211369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=3358650386832211369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3358650386832211369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/3358650386832211369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/driving-even-idiots-can-do-it.html' title='Driving: Even idiots can do it!'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-8161088749646926923</id><published>2008-07-10T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:44:40.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People that put their gum ANYWHERE</title><content type='html'>Under the table, under the desk, out on the street, it's stuck to your feet! You pry and you prod and you scratch and you scrape, it makes such a mess that you just can't escape. They chew and they chomp and they chew it some more, when it loses its flavor they take out some more! They think "What to do with this gum?" since it's done, "I'll stick it right under my chair that's real fun!" Right in a place where another will touch, they'll put more than one piece they'll just put so much. The whole underside of the desk will be covered, and then when you reach under there it's discovered! They think that it's funny when your hands go south, and you touch something that's been inside of their mouth. Do they do it for fun? I think that's just crazy. I think the real reason's because they're all lazy. They're selfish and ignorant chewing on their gum, they can't see the equation or get to the sum of their most awful action and I'll tell you why, they're all lazy jerks and I hope they all fly far away to a place where I'll never have to be, maybe then their old gum can no more bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I didn't expect to write a poem, especially not on this blog, but I do love to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't see how hard it is to put your gum into a trash can! The places in which people do it usually have trash cans EVERYWHERE such as in schools. That's just the epitome of laziness, when you won't even swallow your own gum instead of sticking it somewhere for it to stay forever. You may be confused, isn't swallowing your gum lazier than sticking it somewhere? No, let me explain to you why this is. When you throw it out you dispose of it properly, when you swallow it the gum gets digested and properly disposed of with everything else you shove down your throat. When you stick it on an artificial surface such as a desk, table, sidewalk, ledge, drawer, pipe, basically anything man made, it will stay there for years and years due to the time it takes to break down under those circumstances. You can even throw it in the grass, and it will break down faster due to it being surrounded by natural chemicals and compounds, like what comprises gum. Seriously think the next time you consider sticking your gum somewhere you shouldn't, because it will stay there for a long time, and I can GUARANTEE you that whoever has to clean it up is NOT going to be pleased. Trust me on this one, I am a janitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-8161088749646926923?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/8161088749646926923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=8161088749646926923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8161088749646926923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/8161088749646926923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-that-put-their-gum-anywhere.html' title='People that put their gum ANYWHERE'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5352950570305526511</id><published>2008-07-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:29:07.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slurpee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fine print'/><title type='text'>RIPOFFS</title><content type='html'>I love 7-Eleven just to let everybody know, now on with the rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 7-11 today, and boy was I PISSED. It's SUPPOSED to be 89 cents for ANY slurpee, that's what the fliers at the place say, and there's NO FINE PRINT. So I bring my 52oz X-treme Gulp cup, fill it up and then go to the counter to pay. She rings it up at 1.59, but I wasn't going to say anything since this is only a three day deal, and I go to this establishment quite often. After that my friends does the same, and he says "Isn't it 89 cents for any Slurpee?" She says it's only for the clear plastic cups, and that it's not for refills. That made me angry right there, but what pushed it even further was that fact that she rang us both up for a slurpee refill at or above 53oz, even though we had the 52oz cups. That was the worst experience I have EVER had at 7-11, and I had better not find myself writing about it the next two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5352950570305526511?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5352950570305526511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5352950570305526511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5352950570305526511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5352950570305526511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/ripoffs.html' title='RIPOFFS'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-7864862069588490147</id><published>2008-07-09T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:48:15.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Facebook Messenger</title><content type='html'>You know how Facebook has that feature where it shows your online friends and allows you to talk to them? Yeah, I hate that crap because every time I go to talk to somebody they're online, but then I say something, hit send and it says they're offline. I think it's like a bad form of AIM, because at least with that you can block people or just not give out your screen name. With the FB application however if there's a friend you have but you don't really want to talk to them and you both happen to be using FB at the same time you can't avoid the chance that they may say something to you. Now I do understand that there are some pages where you are unable to use it, but for the most part nobody is on those pages long enough for it to matter. I'm starting to think that some people just don't want to talk to me. They could at least man up and say I don't want to talk to you, that way I wouldn't waste my time. People don't understand that it's better to have somebody know that you don't like them than to have them think you're friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-7864862069588490147?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/7864862069588490147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=7864862069588490147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7864862069588490147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/7864862069588490147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/facebook-messanger.html' title='Facebook Messenger'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-1967879652171038968</id><published>2008-07-08T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:44:07.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSumptions</title><content type='html'>Well, I walked in my door as I always do and my mom  says Hi. I didn't respond for like two seconds and then she said What's wrong? That really aggravated me seeing as nothing was wrong and I was merely walking in the door. It further angers me that she just went straight to a conclusion that was negative. If she's going to do that she could at least give it a light touch by saying something like "Long day today?" At least that implies that maybe I'm just worn from the day and not just peeved. I just hate it when people say something as if they've got you all figured out but they're entirely wrong. I hope I can someday find somebody that won't do that to me and that will truly understand me. Well I already do, so let's clarify: A woman that understands me. If only dreams could come true....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-1967879652171038968?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/1967879652171038968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=1967879652171038968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1967879652171038968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/1967879652171038968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/07/assumptions.html' title='ASSumptions'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-208850802950601680</id><published>2008-06-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:39:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science</title><content type='html'>I hate science for many reasons, the main one being how they treat theories as facts. Everybody knows that evolution makes no sense and that it's never been proven, yet science treats it as fact. Nobody knows what dinosaurs looked like, what they ate, how they walked, or how they sounded, yet science claims to know all of this. I also hate all of the millions of years stuff, and that dinosaurs and humans never lived together, even though they've dated both dinosaur fossils and a fossilized dinosaur footprint which also has a human footprint next to it that have both been dated only a few thousand years old. I just can't stand how they claim to know everything when they are clearly wrong on a lot of what they supposedly know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-208850802950601680?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/208850802950601680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=208850802950601680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/208850802950601680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/208850802950601680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/06/science.html' title='Science'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-5930339757201103209</id><published>2008-05-09T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:01:54.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thieves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>Name Thieves</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I can't stand, it's somebody who comes into a place where you're already well established, and then steals your name. Until Next week I will still be working at Chili's, and there is a server named Mike Peterson. Everybody calls him Peterson, or The Peterson. Now, he parades around as if he is the restaurant Peterson. Guess what? I was Peterson before he was, therefore I don't feel it's fair that he gets last name privileges. It's doubly hard for me to retain a name since I'm Dan Peterson, one of the most common first and last names especially with people in my age group, there are so many darn Dans. I have a friend named Dan Senesac and that is also his dad's name, as my dad's name is also Dan Peterson. What a coincidence. Either way, I was always called Peterson, therefore we were both able to retain a name, and actually, I usually refer to him as Senesac, though I think we both call each other Dan while we are in company. I don't know where I digressed but the point is that name thieves are gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-5930339757201103209?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/5930339757201103209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=5930339757201103209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5930339757201103209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/5930339757201103209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/05/name-thieves.html' title='Name Thieves'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-259392394450153683.post-4186282765443821156</id><published>2008-03-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:10:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts and lasts</title><content type='html'>People always make a big deal out of first and lasts. The first kiss has to be special, the first date has to go perfectly, you take your first drink when you turn 21. The first time isn't the most special of occasions, in fact, it should really be the best time that's what's celebrated the most. I'm sure that if you were to ask Jeremy Wariner about his best steps, he wouldn't say his first, he would talk about his double Olympic gold victories at Athens. Focusing on the first is a great mistake that people make which takes them down while dealing with the same experience. When I first started shooting pool I used the worst and most awkward  hold ever. I don't remind myself or commemorate the first time I played however,  as I  do much better now. So far as a first post, I can only hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/259392394450153683-4186282765443821156?l=peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/feeds/4186282765443821156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=259392394450153683&amp;postID=4186282765443821156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4186282765443821156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/259392394450153683/posts/default/4186282765443821156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplemakelifeawful.blogspot.com/2008/03/firsts-and-lasts.html' title='Firsts and lasts'/><author><name>dsprox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12495442532391331430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77MNG2WI5lk/SOm7lK8B76I/AAAAAAAAABM/NHDLaw64HQM/S220/SP_A0211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
